That my last trip to be done in those waters, which made me think
at sunset, when the sun
with its deep
kiss the sea rust.
Let my ashes are scattered
between the foam of the Tyrrhenian
denying, only the last sigh,
my land.
That, in the Final, will find peace, sought in vain
life
what will
of my body will be confused between the waves. Maybe one day rise again
Siren,
enchant I will listen.
Franca
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